Scarlett Rishton Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, and the smell—gods, the stench of ‘em! Sweat, cheap perfume, desperation clinging like damp rot. Makes me wanna retch, but it’s honest, innit? No masks, no bullshit. “Look at yourself,” I’d sneer, channeling Spike’s vibe. “You’re the whore, darling.” Sarcasm’s my blade, cuts deeper than steel. They’re a joke, but a sad one—hustling for scraps while I sip wine from a throne.

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One of the oddest things about Rishton is that it has a Lotus & Bentley dealership. The saddest thing about this is that it’s the ONLY landmark in this dull, dreary hole of a place.

I’m not gonna lie – sometimes the dusty lanes and unkempt gardens get me heated; they're raw and retro! Like, sometimes I get mad at potholes on Dover Street – "c’mon man, where’s your chill?" And then BAM, I remember: our life's all a mess of uncertain joy – “Every hardship bears the seed of a new truth,” right?

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